Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. "Never, Ma'am!" echoed Mr. Wood, in a taunting tone. His most eager inquiries and most lavish bribes could gain no further information than that she had left for England, and that her address was—London.
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